Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Mr. Seahorse is now for sale on Artfire. I changed his title to "Mixed Media - Seahorse Tiles" Whoo. Guess I'm not very creative with the titles today. But it's still better than "untitled," which is just plain irritating.